Uncle Buckkkkkkk..... Duane, I'm dyin'. Clint the Candyman...

This cruddy weather has been the pits. I am so glad it will be nice this weekend. I have to get my yard mowed again, and we have to get Ernie moved. So sunshine is going to be very welcome.

So, Kyle is 18. Wow. That means he was born when I was a freshman in high school and listening to the NEW song It's Tricky by Run DMC and their remake of Walk this Way with Aerosmith. Gracious. Oh to be 18 again. Would I change things? I don't think so. If I did, I may not be where I am right now. And where I am is a pretty good place to be in spite of any sufferings I may endure. I'd have just had a different set of sufferings if I changed things. It kind of goes along with the whole 'this earth is not my home' thing.

Speaking of sufferings... I have had a nasty head cold the last couple of days. You know how Ernie feels about colds? Well, ditto. Also, just got an email from Ernie and he is getting to suffer through some of the 'Dogwood Winter' idiocy at work.

Well, if I think of anything trivial or profound later, I'll post again today. Just check back!